There was once a time I found it so uncomfortable looking into anyone’s eyes, yet now I find it so easy.
I pretend I’m looking at a picture; they always seem so real the way the eyes feel like they are following you, that I imagine you in the same way. The same intensity and depth.
The only difference is, that you will talk back and that moment you open your mouth, the facade has ended.
It’s just you and me again; my real life portrait.